burn it down

i want to
burn this world
down
i feel like there is
enough
anger & frustration
in me
to ignite
that fire
i feel like i am not
alone
that anger
that frustration
is in the air
&
i breathe it in
a world made
of
anger
“don’t fight”
i tell my kids
but really
what is there
left
to do?

fallen XI

sometimes
i want to
watch
the world burn
as i drink
the blood of my
enemies
other times
i’m happy
lazing about a meadow
wild flowers
in
my
toes
finding dinosaurs in the
clouds…
you know
before setting the world
ablaze
& using my enemies’ skulls
as
goblets.

life is just so much easier as the devil than as a single mother of four isolated in the flat lands of illinois.

this is the second version i did of this one. usually i will go with the first version unless i royally fuck it up. but every once in awhile, i do a second version because i cannot bring myself to post the first one.
this was a case of that.
i liked the first version, but i was a bit frumpy in it.
jesus, i’m frumpy enough in real life, i thought to myself. if i’m going to be the devil, i want to look good doing it.
so here is my version of my looking good.

and i drew clothes on me for those of you who think i always do nudes because i’m too lazy to draw clothes (ha!)

speaking of damaged masterpieces…

when i did this american gothic self-portrait in my art journal last summer, i did it with some free verse about corporate farming.
however,
as i draw & paint a final draft of it today, i feel like it is a commentary on patriarchy.

i really love love love how it turned out. i worked really hard on it, praying the whole time i would not fuck up nor would i be attacked my crazed minions. at one point misha was chasing bluejean around my feet as i worked, and i had the foresight to step away and wait for her game to move away from my desk.
my art skills seem to be cooperating with my ideas these past few days. (thank you art fairies!)

so
mansplaining and the whole phenomenon of men just feeling the need to tell me how to live my life. men thinking they know me better than i know me.
fuck a duck, y’all.
i might be lost, but goddammit i am not asking a man for directions.
as much as i love y’all for having cocks & all–don’t act like one.
i will burn this motherfucker down.
i’ve got the match.

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